I recently visited this 9/11 Memorial at Eisenhower Park, in East Meadow, Long Island. Under a somber, smoky sky, this amazing piece of art shows the Twin Towers intertwined...twins....born together, destroyed together....their fates, inextricably linked, like the two people who were seen jumping together, holding hands. It is estimated about 200 people jumped or fell from the Towers that day. None of them survived, though some desperately clung to tablecloths from the restaurant at the top, trying to use them as parachutes, hoping against Hope. An extraordinary final testimony to this Theological Virtue and the preciousness of life.
The Towers were glorious, especially at night. I stood on the top of one once. The view was truly spectacular. I'll never forget it. On 9/11, I could not bear to watch the news and spent the whole day alone in prayer, having no idea what was happening. When my husband came home from work he told me......"The Towers are gone." I'll never forget those words, though it came as no surprise. Part of me already knew.